CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN

FIRST STEPS

And as before, Lara slept for hours. She didn't understand what was happening, but the important thing was that she was sleeping, and that's what mattered.

She found Lipe in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Hi," he said, stepping away from the stove where he was making scrambled eggs and kissed her forehead. "I don't know how to make pancakes."

"That's fine with me," Lara sipped coffee from her cup, sat at the table, and drank slowly.

"You look so beautiful in my shirt."

"Oh, sorry for taking it without asking."

"I don't mind, I actually like it. It looks better on you than on me."

Lipe put the eggs on plates and placed them on the table, sitting down as well.

"I also want to apologise for invading your house so late and getting into your bed," she spoke without lifting her eyes from the delicious eggs.

"Lara, it's okay, really. You can come over whenever you want. My doors will always be open to you."

They had breakfast in silence, with her relieved to know that she coul